2025-07-28 20:51:50For days, Kaelen hunted relentlessly through the vast Wild Forest.
Blood, torn flesh, and beast cores from the savage creatures he felled fueled his cultivation. Each strike, each kill, sharpened him—body, mind, and soul.
Three days later, deep in a misty, fetid marsh, a silver-scaled, eight-armed monstrosity screeched as Kaelen’s sword pierced its heart. The creature crashed to the ground, lifeless.
Calmly, Kaelen retrieved its core, rinsed it, and swallowed it whole.
Boom!
Demonic essence surged through him, spreading like wildfire through his limbs and bones, converging in his spiritual core, feeding his true energy.
Crack!
A formidable aura erupted.
Third Heaven of the True Martial Realm.
In just days, Kaelen had leapt two realms. His cultivation had skyrocketed at a pace that would stun anyone who witnessed it.
Beast cores were toxic to humans; their essence clashed violently with true energy. One wrong move, and death was guaranteed. Yet Kaelen defied the rules. He refined, absorbed, and converted that power to ascend.
A miracle born from the Divine Art of Creation—true creation itself.
It transformed his vital energy into something boundless, capable of integrating all things, like the ocean swallowing every river. His body became a furnace, absorbing power from any attribute, any race.
But… I still need more time before stepping into the First Heaven of the Divine Art of Creation, he murmured, eyes gleaming.
Suddenly, a cruel, mocking voice broke the silence from the trees.
“There you are, brat!”
Killing intent thickened the air.
“You stole from the Frostfang Mercenaries Group and fled into the Purple Cloud Mountains? You’re finished!”
Kaelen frowned. “What are you talking about? I’ve never stolen a thing.”
Armored men emerged from the jungle, faces twisted with bloodlust. Leading them were the two mercenaries he had humiliated outside Ravenhollow Tower.
Cold clarity settled in Kaelen’s eyes.
They’re framing me. Falsely accusing me of marking me for death.
A bitter laugh escaped him. “I never wanted bloodshed… but since you’ve forced my hand, I’ll oblige.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His footsteps echoed through the mist, each one a promise of lethal intent.
Boom!
A surge of true energy erupted, waves radiating from his body.
“What?! Third Heaven of the True Martial Realm?!”
The mercenaries froze. Just three days ago, he had barely reached the First Heaven. How…?
“Don’t panic! There are dozens of us!” one shouted. “Kill him! Anyone who provokes the Frostfang Mercenaries must die!”
A dozen blades gleamed as they charged. Kaelen didn’t flinch. A slight, deadly smile curved his lips.
“Fools. If you want to die, then come.”
Steel flashed. The rusted blade from the elder sliced the air like lightning.
Puchi!
A Third Heaven warrior barely reacted before his throat was pierced. Instant death.
Boom!
Steel rained from all directions.
“Divine Art of Creation—activate!” Kaelen roared.
“Battle Body of Creation!”
His left hand transformed—bronze and metallic, gleaming with divine light. Blades shattered on contact. The mercenaries gawked in shock.
“So it begins… the First Heaven of the Divine Art of Creation.”
His father’s words echoed: each Heaven awakens innate power, transforming the practitioner into an indestructible vessel. The First Heaven’s mark: the Bronze Battle Body. Every inch of flesh, bone, and meridian strengthened—harder than iron, tougher than steel.
Kaelen laughed, low and cold. “You came to kill me… but you’ve only brought yourselves to death.”
The Bronze Battle Body was overwhelming. Martial artists at the True Martial Realm could no longer harm him. Panic rippled. The Frostfang Mercenaries tried to flee.
Kaelen’s voice cut through the mist.
“You think you can run now, after I came to your doorstep?”
His eyes gleamed with lethal intent.
“Bright Moon Sword Technique!
Grandmastery Essence! Endless Sword Rain!”Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword shadows rained down, sealing every escape. Warriors screamed as blades pierced them. Within moments, only the two who had falsely accused Kaelen remained.
With a thunderous step, he appeared before them.
“Please… have mercy! Spare me!” one begged.
The blade flashed. His throat split. Blood sprayed.
“I gave you a chance,” Kaelen said coldly. “You chose not to cherish it.”
The last mercenary quaked. “This… this was just the vanguard! Our captain and deputies are deeper in the mountains! They’re peak Ninth Heaven experts! And our captain… Spirit Martial Realm! You’re dead, brat!”
Before he could finish, Kaelen’s sword silenced him.
“A Spirit Martial Realm cultivator…” Kaelen’s gaze sharpened. Though dominant over True Martial Realm warriors, a Spirit Martial powerhouse was another level entirely.
Suddenly… Buzz!
A transformation stirred. Wonder filled his eyes.
The Bronze Battle Body—fully awakened.
From head to toe, his body shimmered bronze. Even hair and pupils gleamed metallic under the sun.
“That battle pushed me to a full breakthrough… my first innate talent is about to awaken.”
Behind him, in the void, a massive ancient furnace materialized.
“What… my first talent is a furnace?” Kaelen muttered.
He recalled his father, Emperor Therion Viremont, whose first talent was the divine Heavenly Tribulation Sword.
Heaven mocking me…?
Boom!
A suction force erupted from the furnace. True energy from the dead mercenaries streamed in—devoured, refined, transformed into pure cultivation energy.
Kaelen’s cultivation surged—three minor realms at once. Sixth Heaven of the True Martial Realm.
The Creation Furnace could devour anything: spiritual stones, divine herbs, the essence of sun and moon, even life force. A torrent of ancient knowledge surged into his mind.
“This… furnace is terrifying. Its devouring ability is unmatched.”
Voices echoed from the forest. “Captain! Fighting ahead—might’ve caught the thief!”
Kaelen vanished like a wraith, avoiding the Spirit Martial Realm captain.
The Purple Cloud Mountains are vast… let’s see if you can find me again.
At the vanguard battlefield, Kael Draven, captain of the Frostfang Mercenaries, roared:
“Mobilize all forces! Hunt that brat! 500,000 coin bounty—dead or alive!”
And so the hunt began.
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